Perfect Day

My perfect day would start out at a reasonable hour--not too early, not too late.  I'm not rushed to get anywhere.  I feel a steady, happy pressure to get started on the day, but not stress.  I have to take my medication 30 minutes before I eat, so I get Afon and myself ready and dressed  before we eat a light breakfast together.  Maybe John and Roan join us.

After walking Afon to school, I join John and the baby back home.  Morning is for work.  Whether the work is cleaning, gardening, writing, studying, chores.  I have the most energy and am most positive about doing the hard things in the first half of the day, because I know I have the leisurely and lovely things to look forward to still.  Whatever I do, I prefer to do it to music.  Spontaneous dance parties with Roan may erupt.

Late in the morning, I start to prepare lunch.  The midday meal would be the largest meal.  It would be substantial and sustaining.  We have this ceremonial sit-down meal during the day while Afon is not at home so we don't have to rush or worry about breakables or food on the walls.  I'd like a beautify presentation, and then the washing up, and of course the napping.

After nap, we go to collect Afon from school.  He's had a good day without biting.  But we don't go straight home.  Since we're all out anyway, we take our constitutional as a family: we go to the shore, or the playground, or hop the bus for an impromptu trip to Llandudno.  Maybe we do a bit of unnecessary shopping (the best kind), and then we eat ice cream on the pier or sip coffee at a Costa.

We take our meal fast and to go.  The witching hour is my weakness: around 5 o'clock I start to feel sad and unmotivated.  To go home to prepare a meal with a tired and wild Afon and the day nearly spent, I'd sink with the sun.  Perhaps we eat perviously prepared sandwiches.  Or stop for soup in a fish and chip shop.  Whatever the choice, there is little clean up and no kitchen time.

We head home in the evening in time for the pleasant bedtime business: baths, teeth brushing, pajamas, and book reading.  In this scenario, Afon enjoys being read to again, and Roan is just cutting his teeth on some old favorites.  Afon falls asleep first because he's been up the longest.  Then John, Roan, and I watch some television quietly, or read our big books, or I comb through my pictures from the day.  John makes us coffee or tea, in the way only he can make it: with lots of care and some secret ingredients.

At bedtime, we sneak under the comforter, scooting close to the heater, and say our prayers.